A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with light weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.
William ShakespeareLove's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come.
William ShakespeareThe elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy; his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.
William Shakespeare